Chapter 3: Nightmare
I wake up in the middle of the flight. I hate that I can't sleep. It probably doesn't help that I have nightmares about what the Red Room made me do. I think of how the учителя as they were called made me kill the rest of the girls in my level. There had been 12 girls to start out but the training killed 3 of them, 2 got killed on missions, & they made me kill the other seven. They wouldn't let me cry as I shot them each in the head. The учителя made a single change for one girl. A girl named Inara was my best friend & probably the only person I could truly trust in that hellhole. Unfortunately one of the суки snitched on us in hopes of gaining points. it didn't really work considering they killed her after she told them but they made me shoot her in the gut instead of the head. They didn't let me mourn as I watched the girl I called my sister bleed out in front of me.
Lost in my thoughts, I feel tears rolling down my cheek. Softly I let out a sob & run to the bathroom. I don't know how long I am in there until I hear a knock on the door.
"Natasha, сладкая моя. Please open the door," Coulson whispers. I know he heard me crying & I sigh because I also know he won't leave me alone. Thats one of the downfalls of having depression. Everyone is worried you are going to do something drastic like kill yourself every time you get upset.
"I'm coming in," Coulson says as calmly as possible. Slowly I hear the door creak open. He heaves a sigh of relief to find that I am still alive. "Nat what happened."
"I had a nightmare about what happened when I was younger," I cry. "Coulson they made me kill everyone. All I saw was red. Puddles & puddles of blood. I was drowning in it."
"Hush now сладкая моя. It's safe. No one can get you here. Especially when I'm here & Clint is here. You are safe Nat." He says holding me in his arms.
"Did I wake up Clint?" I ask wiping the tears from my eyes.
"No. You know how he is on planes," Coulson chuckles. "He asked me to ice him shortly after you fell asleep. Nothing is going to wake him up."
"How much longer is the flight?" I question debating if I want to try to fall asleep again.
"Theres only 20 minutes left." Coulson replies "You could try to wake up Clint."
"This will be fun." I say with a devilish smirk.
"Just don't put any holes in the plane. Or Kill each other. I don't want to explain either to Fury." He shouts walking out of the room.
I decide the best way to wake Clint up is to dump water over him. Filling up a bucket with cool water, I tiptoe into Clint's cot. dart out of the room as soon as I dump the water on him.
"TASHA!" He screams shooting out of bed. I laugh as I hear him chasing after me. I hide in the vents hoping that Clint will go to the opposite wing of the plane. Settling in I decide to grab a book from my room before we land. I quietly drop down onto my cot searching for my favorite book, the Russian version of Les Miserables. Slowly I sneak iback into the vent hoping he doesn't hear me. I get comfy in the dark silence. At least until Clint tries to take me by surprise. Chuckling to myself I throw a knife without looking knowing it will disarm him.
"Son of a bitch! Tasha, that shit hurts," Clint whines.
" That's what you get, тупица," I reply dropping through the vent onto my cot. I buckle in as we descend onto the ground. Here we go, I think to myself before letting out a deep breath. What did you get yourself into, Nat.
суки - bitches
сладкая моя - my sweet one
учителя - teachers
I know this is a short chapter & not what I talked about in the notes but I felt talking about Natasha's depression was important. It will come up later in the fic. Chapter 4 will be posted tomorrow night as a heads up & that will be them in Budapest when they meet the colorful cast of characters. As always Read & review. Hope you guys stick around for this story. Thanks. Kaitlyn Elizabeth.